On the bus today, I complimented a woman on her hair. She always wears it in a side braid and there is a strand of color and sparkles on it. I told her I'd been noticing it for a while but didn't want to seem creepy.

She gave me a long look, reached in her bag, and took out a clip on extension (still in the packaging, for the germ-phobic). "I carry these with me to make the world more magic. You seem like a hot pink girl to me."

I gotta figure out a way to make it work (WHY do people think I have any talent with hair?). I want to wear it to work on my birthday.

The rain here has been horrible, so I had to take the spousebeast's pants for work up to the laundromat. The owner was putting up new reading material and said "You read, right? Do you want a couple of books?"

I figured I could take them to the Little Free Libraries, because he said he was going to throw them out otherwise.

Ummm...no. They'll probably get passed along eventually. But not before they're read. 'Martini Man: the Life of Dean Martin' AND 'Cash.'